Harry Potter Oliver Wood Novels & Stories

- I looked at him pleadingly. - She is a sorceress, and knows is no spell to go down.- Oliver said as if to himself with a faint amusement on his face. But soon he gave me a sign, so I closed my eyes and felt that we were falling down at a dizzying pace. Only a few seconds passed and we were on the ground, Oliver released me, though when I opened my eyes and swayed slightly, he held me up for a moment longer.

“Hey Olivia, are you and your brother ready? It’s getting late.” “Yeah just give me a second.” She is giggling like a school girl and writes her number on the hand of the boy she has been hanging out with before giving him another kiss. I recognize him as part of Dimitri’s coven and know he is a skilled warlock and very kind. I hope this works out for both of them. We quickly find Oliver and drag him to my car. I mind link Chris, letting him know he can now alert my father since I am heading home. I am sure my father will mind link me the minute Chris tells him.

"And you'll use Kieran's son as practice? Do you have a death wish?" Harry looked around them and realized that Kieran was nowhere to be seen. He sneakily reached for Oliver. He held him by the waist. His friends spotted something amiss at once. "Harry, Kieran had a hand supporting his head." "Is that so? Guess I'll do that then," Harry said. Oliver wailed and wailed, watching the scary men around him. When Emma heard his cries, she went to Oliver and saw Harry, who was about to hold him.

Curiosity got the best of me and like a little child I tried to peek over Narissa’s shoulder, to see who this person was. Green Blue eyes stare back at me, his golden-honey hair slicked back, and his chin covered in a faint that cut nicely along his jawline forming into a smirk as I assessed him. Oliver freaking Steward… Boy, did he clean up good. When I saw him last a few hours ago he was covered in dirt, blood, and a whole heap of other stuff that I barely recognized him. The eyes, his eyes confuse me, I couldn’t place why they look so familiar before, maybe it’s the mate bond playing tricks on me, but his eyes, I know I’ve seen them before.

I groan through the phone, he's sending a child to get me. "I can't walk in, I'm a warlock and they'd smell me as soon as I step in, I'm sending her in a taxi, you get in and come back toward me together," Oliver says. "I could do that alone, you know?" I suggest to him. "I'm sending in a human, and I don't trust them, even while spelt, hence Owl's help," he says and I groaned, this argument is fruitless. "Fine, I'm waiting," I say with a groan, Honey has made her way down and is now standing next to me.

Oliver knew it was risky to be under a witch's spell, but he didn't have a choice. He was in the trees trying to hear what was being said inside Ryder's office, but it was soundproof. Oliver decided to wait until Zoe was separated from Ryder, and then he would attack. He would only have one chance to take her. The witch had given him a potion that would make Zoe disappear and put her to sleep simultaneously. Once he took her away, she would never be seen again. Oliver looked down and saw Nathan walking nearby, so he used more spray to cover his scent. He wasn't stupid. He knew he would be thrown in the dungeons as soon as they got their hands on him.

That was when I heard footsteps behind me. Oliver. He stopped beside me, crossing his arms, watching me with that annoying look that said he already knew something. “Well, this is… weird,” he faintly said. I didn’t look at him. “What?” “You.” He pointed at me suspiciously. “You are happy. It’s strange.” I scoffed. “I’m always happy.” Oliver laughed out loud. It was dry and completely sarcastic. “Yes, and I’m a witch with wings. Nathan, you haven’t brewed wine in months, and now here you are. What’s going on?”

His appearance and temperament were outstanding, making it hard to ignore him. Oliver had one hand casually in his pocket. He was taller than Adrian and exuded an even stronger aura. Every step he took forward made Adrian appear more inferior. "You, come here." looking at Natalie as he spoke, as if he could control the entire situation. Everyone watched in silence, thinking this important figure didn't seem like someone to be messed with. Was Natalie done for? "Mr. Windsor?" Natalie walked over, confused. Oliver opened the sheep's horn hammer that was next to his hand on the repair stand and handed it to Natalie. "Hold onto this."

Most witches come into their full power on their 18th birthday. Oliver dropped me off a block away from where I needed to be. I would simmer in and get what I needed and shimmer out. Oliver would watch from an adjacent building, and we would be home before breakfast. I shimmered into the building, but I hit a wall. Fuck, no magic here. They aren't human, that's for sure. I'll have to do this the old fashion way. I unsheathed my sword from my back. I crept down the hallway on the balls of my feet, careful not to make a sound. The lights flickered, and three men appeared.

“Like I already said, I sadly don’t have a boyfriend or anyone I want to you know, get married to.” “Yeah, I know. We already established that,” his mum said, Oliver giving her a questioning look. “That’s why we decided to help. That is, if you don’t mind.” “H-help?” Oliver stuttered. “Yeah, help,” Harry took his wife’s hand in his. “Like help you find someone you perhaps would be interested in.” Oliver sighed. “I’m gay, mum. Where could you possibly find another gay man who would be interested in me?”